Nangong Ming threw Leng Rui out, and then stepped forward step by step, looking at him condescendingly.

"Humans who don't think they can do anything."

Nangong Ming looked at Leng Rui like looking at a pile of garbage.

"Really?"

Leng Rui suddenly sneered, stood up suddenly, and said with an awe-inspiring righteousness that dominates the world: "Evil will never prevail over good." ”

As he spoke, a sharp dagger stabbed at Nangong Ming.

Contempt flashed in the blood-purple eyes, and he reached out to hold the dagger lightly, however, the oblique Ying eyebrows frowned.

It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long, long time, so long that he almost forgot it.

The hand holding the dagger made the sound of Ziz in the palm of his hand.

It was the sound of burning flesh.

"It hurts, disgusting thing."

Leng Rui looked at the dirtiest thing in the world: "My blood is the most feared thing for you evil creatures. ”

Blood is Leng Rui's best weapon, and it is the most feared weapon of evil things.

"It hurts, but you're still no match for me."

It's been nine years, and after an interval of nine years, Nangong Ming has tasted pain again.

"Not necessarily."

Nangong Ming let go of the dagger, and Leng Rui took the opportunity to go up.

Nangong Ming's speed retreated, and he instantly opened a distance of nearly ten meters.

As we all know, vampires are very fast, beyond the reach of humans.

Leng Rui didn't approach again, but saw Nangong Ming holding a gun in his hand, his face changed, his speed retreated, he jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night.

In the darkness of the night, the gunfire was still ringing, and it was not until the two planes left in front of each other that the cacophony gradually stopped.

"Young master, let them go like this?"

Yao Ling was puzzled, he could have caught them all.

Nangong Ming only smiled silently, the game just started, and it was so boring to end lightly.

"Young Master, your hand."

His gaze fell on his right palm, and Yao Ling's face changed.

"No problem."

Nangong Ming looked at the blackened palm, and his blood-colored eyes flashed with a cold light.

The game seems to be getting more and more interesting!

A fight ended, and the only thing thankful was that there were no fatalities in the battle.

A few days later, Leng Rui answered the phone, and immediately packed up his things and returned to China, leaving a mess for Leng Yan to clean up, and asked him to keep an eye on N. g。

Leng Yan was miserable, he almost didn't strike, there was no way, who made the family the boss.

"Less cold"

"What's the matter?"

Leng Yan was upset, and at this time, one of his subordinates stepped forward, and his evil eyebrows were raised unhappily.

"It's Miss, she's locked herself in her room and cried for a long time."

The man in black said cautiously, fearful of this mysterious master.

Ji Xiyan?

What the hell is she doing again?

Leng Yan supported her forehead, this girl can make some situations every day, can't she be obedient?

Well-behaved, how cute!

At this time, in the red room, the red curtains are fluttering in the wind, and the red cute peach heart makeup mirror.

Next to the vanity mirror is a large round bed with cute hellokity printed on the red sheets.

A girl with playful short hair is sitting in the middle of the bed, pretty like a doll.

The girl has a small white suspender belt on her upper body, and a pair of small shorts of the same color underneath, which have been dyed red by small bright red flowers.

There was a trash can next to the bed, and in and around the trash can was paper towels, the original white stained with crimson cloth.

"Woo...... Lao Tzu is in the mood for love, and he doesn't want to die yet......"

The girl looked heartbroken and cried with tears on her face